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11 April, 2016: I'm

READ A POEM

by Catherine Wing

I'M

syntax virus after Sylvia Plath

Undertaker, melancholy of mouth,
Ass to the curb, and some-nerved,
Lungs like a hummingbird. A nonsense
Thumbs-up on the don't-don't ode.
A thread unraveled from its bobbin,
Skimming the planet as comets do.
Loud as a pin drop from a prison cell
On No Fool's Night.
Oh low-leaner, broad butter pat.

Clear as day and forgotten like rent.
closer than a heartbeat.
Upright itinerary, our stay-at-home king.
Loose as a gosling when away.
Like a trap that catches a goose.
A murder of crows, no wings.
Still as an American dream.
Wrong, like naught from naught.
A dirty bird, with my shameface on.

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“I'm” by Catherine Wing from Gin & Bleach. Sarabande Books, 2012. Used by permission of the author.

ABOUT TODAY’S POET
Catherine Wing is the author of two collections of poetry, Enter Invisible (Sarabande Books, 2005) and Gin & Bleach (Sarabande Books, 2012). Her poems have been published in such journals as Poetry, The Nation, and The New Republic, featured on The Writer's Almanac, and included in Best American Erotic Poems and Best American Poetry 2010. Recently she was awarded a 2016 Creative Workforce Fellowship, a program of the Community Partnership for Arts and Culture and Cuyahoga Arts & Culture. She teaches at Kent State University and serves as the General Editor for the Wick Poetry Center’s Ohio Chapbook Series.
 

WRITE A POEM

A fibonacci, or a “fib” has nothing to do with truth or lies. It is a poem based on the fibonacci sequence in math: the number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 …. Try writing a six-line fibbonaci, for a total of 20 syllables. There are many example fibs at Greg Pincus’ blog.
 

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Lori Ann Kusterbeck
This is a great exercise! I tried to keep going with the sequence, for a line or two anyways.

Most
of
the time
numbers are
my dearest of friends
until the time they don't add right
and then I play bookkeeper frantically juggling
and praying that the bills don't hit my account until my paycheck finally comes through.
4/14/2016 7:20:36 PM

Rebeccah DiPuccio
2 poems:

1) In
Out
Breathing
Heart beating
Congrats, you're alive.
I believe you are almost there.

2) Fame
Whore
Lusting
Applause bitch
Worship me and scream
The entertainment industry
4/11/2016 3:31:08 PM

Carole Mertz
Yes! Good! Any number of combos work as "fibs." Makes me want to write on and on. (Note, this comment is a Fibonacci.)
4/11/2016 12:33:54 PM

Cara Armstrong
two tries

1.
slow
deep
breathing
tricking minds--
I imagine monkeys;
dark, not the opposite of light

2.
your
heart
yet to
beat again.
one year, still waiting—
cold standing water near knowing
4/11/2016 9:27:59 AM

Christian Fitzharris
Catherine Wing, I love this poem. It has to be read out loud to be fully appreciated. One of things I love about Sylvia Plath and The Beats. Do you have more in this style?
4/11/2016 8:37:21 AM

Christian Fitzharris
Clock
Ticks
Ticking
Away Life
And Mortality
Spending Moments Staring at Screens
4/11/2016 8:33:31 AM



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